Plead of the Tormented

Doc... I am haunted by evil dreams... of things that bear sticks of white-hot metal and tear my innards with them... I dream of falling, doc, but the feeling is that of being held against the bars of a very tight cage. Then, down there on the ground I see hundreds of throbbing hearts leaping about like a legion of bloody toads, trying to bite off my feet, I... I can’t take it anymore, doc. I rise from my sleep like the sun over the corpses on grounds of a centenary war. All I see is tinged in thoughts of resentment because of the colors that whisper. Something spins slow and heavily inside my head - swooping erratically - like a gigantic flail. I just... I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve travelled to ask you; I’ve hoped to seek my release... Pray tell me what to do next. I commit myself not to stray from the path again, if only you will save me from the swirling, ever-hungry vortex of lies... I implore, doc, tell me...

Doctor: Diagnosis: Paranoid schizophrenic. You are insane. Psychotic. You have to eat plenty of pills to get better.

What?! But...

Doctor: You have a tumor in your brain. It's making you mad. We're forced to operate (sound of drill spinning)... aggressively.

I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets. It's weird. You know the end of something great is coming, but you wanna hold on, just for one more second. Just so it can hurt a little more.

--- Unknown Author